Growing up I was a taboo.
Tall woman. Proud woman.
Woman who owned herself.
Woman who owned her abuse.
Should I have been
When I was fifteen I was published
in a magazine for survivors
of sexual assault. I didn’t question
whether such a magazine should exist.
I questioned my word choice.
Did I “forgive my offender”
or did I “move past the offense”?
My therapist used to say that forgiveness
was not the same as forgetfulness.
She may have been the first feminist
I ever met.
By Lili Leader-Williams
Lili Leader-Williams lives in Washington State with her husband and two cats. She has been published previously in Cahoodaloodaling, Slim Volume: This Body I Live In from Pankhearst, and Alliterati Magazine. Her dearest ambition is to make sure you don’t feel alone.